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NYG(B.737.003
21 Dec 1736-4 Jan 1737:32 (582)
MISS P___'S FAREWELL.
And is Mamma resolv'd to go?
Ye cruel fates, must it be so?
What woman breathing can disguise,
A throbbing heart, and floating eyes?
When Christmas holidays are over,
And Christmas pies and play no more,
Oft have I heard my brothers say__________
Black Monday is a dreadful day.
But what are Christmas holidays,
To Lindsey, Bertram, Nash, and Hayes?
And what are Christmas plays and pyes,
To soothing tongues, and ogling eyes?
How charming in a crowd of beaus,
To lose one's heart --- or spoil one's clothes;
Lead up two romping dances - then,
Drink tea - and chat - and dance again.
'Come Sir, you're long in getting ready,
'Musick strike up ---The Highland Laddy.
Who wou'd not risque her health or ease,
For Tit for Tat or Butter'd Pease?
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